User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110817235545

Lance stands over the dead body of a weasel, his eyes bloodshot, still filled with battle rage. The rest of the vermin have fleed, and all that stands in the way of reclaiming his beloved mountain is Ferus Haraldr. Bluestripe is tended to by a few weasels and hares